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The children seemed to be fascinated with the texture of my hair, which they asked me to touch ... and for all I said they could I never imagined it could be so uncomfortable ...
As Henriqueta left the post-office Lurdes and I together with the children started calling out for her in a singing mode, whilst clapping our hands to music - "Nha Keta ... nha Keta ..." ... it was unexpectedly funny, as she looked rather suprised by the " welcoming" atmosphere.
Some children caught our attention, whether it was because of their smile or the rather creative hair style ...
As we had ordered lunch and would still have to wait for quite a while, spent some more time with the children, playing games, singing which were familiar to us all and even organizing a model show in which eacah of them had to select a different way of walking ...
The children were called back to school as a small fishing boat was just reaching the beach with not much fish caught but enough for the day' s needs.
We still had time to walk up to the seventeenth century Cathedral remains and take some photographs of the once gabled facade and walk around ... just imagining what it must have been like centuries ago ... as we stumbled across a few tombs.
(To be continued)
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